#lilo x reader

[twst-shenanigans]

Sly fur ball

You can’t sit here and tell me that Stitch didn’t know that he was making the boys jealous

Look at that smug smile 😂 He knows he’s adorable

Well it seems to have worked on Grimm. Our baby boy thinks he’s getting replaced 😂

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Wade: Don’t worry. Wanda likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her diary.

Y/N, touching their hair: She thinks it’s fancy?

[twisted-confessions]

Brainstorming for the Stitch event in my fanfic and I think I just came up with something brilliant that I wanna challenge more artists to try.

So we know that Lilia and Floyd kinda parallel Lilo and Stitch and that's why Stitch gets along with them so well right? Y'know who also parallel's Lilo in the event via the outifts??

FREAKIN GRIM!!!

And most art I see portrays the MC/Yuu in matching Lilo outifts but y'know who'd make more sense for MC/Yuu to represent???

THIS SURFING QUEEN!!! LILO'S SISTER, NANI, WHO TAKES ON THE ROLE OF CAREGIVER UNEXPECTEDLY BUT DOES HER DAMNDEST TO LOOK AFTER HER LITTLE SISTER AND MONSTER PET AND ENSURES THEY CAN HAVE A GOOD FUTURE WHILE DEALING WITH DAILY THREATS OF LOSING WHAT LITTLE THEY HAVE LEFT!!!

Oh yeah and who's the other two people that Stitch hangs around and gives a sweet fluffy hug? Grim and MC/Yuu. Just try to convince me that there isn't a better parallel between MC/Yuu and Nani I dare you to change my mind. The signs are all there.

SO! I'm challenging all Twst artists to draw their Yuusona in Nani inspired outfits, whether it's her swimsuit above or any of her other outfits from the movies/tv shows! The world needs more Nani love <3 Tag the artists that you want to try my challenge :)

And if any of you could, can you draw my oc in Nani inspired Tropical Wear with Stitch as well? I can't draw myself, the lovely @boopshoops designed her for me :)

[sparkledfirecracker]

Guilty Pleasure

Request: Andy fucking his sister in law while Laurie is out of town for a week.

Word count: 5262

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cheating but not really, spanking, fingering, penetrative sex, sibling rivalry, semi-bullying by a sibling, mention of re-marrying, porn without a real plot. If I missed any, let me know.

A/N: This contains cheating, do not read or interact if you're sensitive to familial betrayal. Jacob does not exist in this story. Anything you read is fictional and not based on actual events. This is not beta’d. Happy 2023, nonnie! May it be a great filthy and panty-wetting season. Tumblr ate your ask and I’ve tried to post this 3 times now. Hopefully this meets your expectations and thank you for dropping off the request (I’m sorry it took me so long) 😘. Enjoy!

I do not give permission to repost, publish or use any of my stories, that counts for media entertainment too. Reblogging, liking, commenting and ghost reading on the other hand is all allowed.

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Your relationship with your sister had never been loving, it always contained rivalry. Having wanted to curse your father for remarrying. Laurie was always being picked as the favourite in your eyes.

That is why it had surprised you the minute she had asked you to check in on her husband. Stating she was going to be out of town for the week. As a good sister you had agreed to her request, it also came in handy that you enjoyed spending time with Andy. He was generally nice and on top of that, good company.

Since you both worked together at the district attorney’s office, it immediately eased the awkwardness. With a slip of the tongue, you had offended Andy during lunch. Stating that you never had seen ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’. Andy practically had demanded you to come over for dinner and watch the film together.

As the day came to an end. You had declined his offer to give you a ride as you still had some errands to run for Neil. Andy had huffed at the mention of his name. Muttering that Neil hadn’t been worth all the extra hours so that he could get praise for the work you had done.

It had been almost two hours later than initially planned. “Andy, I’m home.” You yelled excitedly through the house as you stepped through the front door.

His muscular frame appeared in the opened-up arch of the kitchen. With a wide smirk, he placed his hands on his hips and scanned you from head to toe. A comforting warmth wrapped around you like a blanket preventing the cold from creeping in.

You weren’t prepared for the intrusive thoughts to flood back the way they did. Laurie had won the bet between you both all those years ago. It wasn’t so much a bet, it was more a way to give you stick for not going after what you desired. Your heart shattered the moment she told you she started to develop feelings for Andy.

Seeing Andy like this made all the old feelings resurface. The doting husband waiting for his partner to come home. A soft yearning for his touch or those lingering eye contact moments. Mentally rolling your eyes when you looked straight at his wedding ring. Wanting to curse yourself for having allowed their relationship to go on this way.

Their marriage was based on a lie. Laurie didn’t love him the way you did, all this yearning had stopped the moment they said “I do”. Only to find out now that those feelings never had been gone. Just stuffed and locked in an imaginary filing cabinet.

Insufferable reminders of what could’ve been clouding your head. That’s where Laurie thrived, your discomfort. And it had become her running joke, teasing you for fawning over the man that she fucked at night.

“I hope you like pizza,” Andy let out a heavy sigh, “I’ve ruined the pasta.” He confessed, supporting an embarrassed look. Leaning back against the counter of the kitchen island. His hands gripping the edge so tightly it almost seemed like it drained the blood.

Was he nervous? He couldn’t be, he had never been nervous when you were around in the past. Though the tension between you both could be cut by a knife.

“I brought beer.” You smiled, holding up the six-pack in your hand breaking the slightly awkward silence.

“You didn’t have to.”

“It’s not polite to come empty-handed.”

“You’re family, you’re not obliged to bring anything.” He gave you a smile grabbing the six-pack from your hands. Making his way towards the fridge, opening the door, and looking back at you. “Want one?”

“I prefer a cold one.”

He nodded, grabbing two bottles from a shelf while sliding your six-pack into one of the empty spots. He cracked open both bottles, handing you one.

A polite conversation followed as you settled yourselves in the living room. With the amount of pizza ordered, you suggested doing a taste test. Andy admitted that he didn’t know what you would like and had ordered multiple choices while he handed you a notepad and pen to scribble down your ratings of each slice.

He had started playing Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and you were so invested in the film. Almost blocking out where you were, losing track of your surroundings as the television sucked you into the story at least so you had hoped.

Your your mind wandered to other things. What would life look like if you and Andy had started dating? What if Laurie never had acted upon her impulses? He kept it neat and groomed, the bristles must be so soft. His beard would surely feel great on your skin. Those hands were large and probably very skilled. The way he gripped his beer bottle with precision and delicacy. The motion made you swallow hard, shaking your head slightly to gain back focus.

The thought of those fingers deeply buried inside you made you clench. How the curl of gesture would send you over the edge with much skill. His perfect lips wrapped around your clit, licking and sucking your core. Pleasing you in any and every way no man had ever done before.

You blamed it on the way he walked around the office. He truly must be very well hung. The way his bulge had once been shown and on full display. Remembering the way he had looked back at you through narrowed eyes. As if to tell you that you had been the reason his pants got awfully tight.

With a choked breath, your chest warmed at the sound of his laughter. Clamping a hand over your mouth when you let out a squeak from the slight shock. His eyes burned holes into your skin as you felt him watch. Though it was hard not to do the same every time he laughed at a funny part, either taking a sip of the beer in his hand or taking a bite from his pizza.

“You know you can sit on the couch, right?” The question sounded more like a demand, but you tried to avoid his gaze at all costs.

“I know, but I like sitting on the floor.” It was a swift reply, gulping your beer. Nervous feelings grew in the pit of your stomach.

“When your ass gets all stiff and tingling, you know where you can get comfortable.”

You almost choked on the gulp of beer you had just taken. Coughing and laughing as you tried to breathe. Andy slid over, softly patting and rubbing your back.

“Don’t say things like that Andy, I could’ve killed myself.”

“As long as I’m here, you’re free from harm’s reach.”

“How noble, my knight in shining armour.”

“Is that how you’ve been seeing me for all those years?”

His gloating face said it all. He knew about your crush on him. How? Did Laurie tell him? Was it all those stolen glances in the office or the ones here on his couch in his own home? Maybe even all the tortuous looks and hurrying out of the room whenever he was near in your college days?

You felt your face heat up, trying to hide your embarrassed expression. Blood pumped through your veins like it was about to blow your eardrums.

“I’ve known for years.” Andy confessed, “I must say I’m amazed and angered at the same time. You have denied yourself to try and win me for you. Were you too shy to ask me out for that sorority party?”

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. There was no turning back. Lying to him or yourself wasn’t going to help either of you.

“Yes.”

“I need a little more words than that, sweetheart.” He inched his way closer to you.

“Yes, I was shy.” The lump in your throat felt uncomfortable.

“Why did you let Laurie treat you the way she did? Why did you let her win?”

“I don’t know. I should go home.” You rushed, trying to get up and run away from this mess that was unfolding. Instead, you were slammed back down, air left your lungs as you collided with Andy’s thighs. One hand kept you pinned down on his lap. The other massaging and squeezing your ass.

“It’s always been you that I truly wanted,” a warmth flooded your chest again. “Imagine my disappointment when you didn’t object during our wedding. Making me feel miserable and stuck in this marriage for years.”

Andy’s hand rubbed the globe of your ass, you gasped when his hand smacked your ass. Your muscles contracted under the impact but melted into the obtained position over his lap. The realization of him punishing you for all your past mistakes went straight to your core. Biting down on your lip to stifle the moan from breaking free.

“I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Are you really, sweetheart?” Andy asked, leaving another imprint on your ass.

“Yes.” A desperate cry for him

“How about you being exceptionally quiet and showing me how well you can take your punishment.” The question was laced with a promise. A firm one at that. “I’d like to hear how sorry you really are.”

You simply nodded bracing for impact, but it faded to surprise when he lifted your skirt. Andy hummed with satisfaction as your lace panties and garter set became exposed.

With each collision of Andy’s hand, your ass became more and more sore. Every harsh slap felt more raw than the previous one. Making you bite your lower lip, trying to keep the sounds muffled and still.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes.” You replied,

“I think you can do much better than that.”

Another smack burned on your skin. You nodded your head, crying out an “I’m sorry, Andy.”

You were surprised when Andy helped you sit back on the couch. Hissing at the burn of your ass on the fabric. Your mascara had stained your cheeks from the few tears that had slipped from the arousing pain.

His fingers softly brushed your cheek. Gathering the melted makeup or maybe even smearing it further. There was no telling in his movement.

“You look beautiful.” The whisper was barely audible and spoken with true admiration. Without thought, you pressed your lips against his. Feeling him smile into this moment. Probably because it had been the first time since you took charge of what felt right.

“Tell me you want this.” Andy breathed against your lips, as the kiss broke. Your eyes flickered open, meeting his gaze. Worry and hope both dancing in the blue hue of his eyes.

“More than anything.” It wasn’t a lie, but it would be wrong to act upon these feelings. “We can’t.”

“Laurie won’t mind. She doesn’t love me the way you love me.”

“But-”

His lips interrupted the speech you were about to recite. Guilt clearly wasn’t on Andy’s mind. The way his tongue explored every part of your mouth like he was on a scavenger hunt. Stroking, teasing, pleasing and obscenely filthy. He made you hungry for more.

Not even your wildest dreams could’ve prepared you for the searing passion. His large hands cupped your face guiding you to lie down. The moment he had you underneath him, his hands ripped your silk shirt with haste. Neither of you cared enough for the pearl buttons that flew across the room.

With a darkened hunger he glanced back at you. Toying your nipples through the laced fabric of your bra between his fingers. You arched off the couch as he pebbled and tugged on your breasts. Swiftly pulling the delicate lace down, taking one of your boobs into his mouth. You whined at the erotic swirl of his tongue, nothing but lustful precision.

His hands found the zipper on your skirt. Tugging the item off, discarding it on the floor. Running his hands over your garter belt. The look on Andy’s face said it all, he hadn’t seen anything like it in a long time. Making you his shiny new toy, ready to be devoured and owned.

You leaned up, cupping his face and pulling him into a desperate kiss. Feeling his hand smoothly moving over your panties. Your body had now become his playground, making you desperate for him. With a pout he broke of your kiss, searching for your approval as he pulled aside the material of your panties. A softened smile was enough for him to slide his fingers through your heat, coating them in your juices.

Andy brought his finger to his mouth, groaning loudly as he licked them off. You tried to look for that one moment where you would both find a reason to break this off. Yet all you found was a deepened craving to need one another.

You watched Andy lean down. Kissing his way around your thighs. The soft hair of his beard tickling and teasing your skin. Gasping at the tender lick from the tip of his tongue against your clit followed by a gentle kiss. Another lick gathered more of your soaked core. Sucking on the pulsating nub. His tongue explored every crease and crevice of your cunt.

The throbbing ache builded between your legs while Andy gently licked through your folds. Circling the tip of his tongue over your clit, making sure to tease you enough until you let out a soft whine. With every sound you made from his touch, he sucked down and placed a kiss.

He spread your legs wide, needing more space than you currently allowed him. For a moment shame coursed your body, closing your legs as far as he allowed you to. You covered your face with your arms as if to shield your emotions from him. Andy’s hands squeeze your thighs harshly, making you inhale sharply.

“Don’t you ever dare hide from me.” He warned, peeling your arms off your face. A fiery kiss pressed against your lips. Your moan seemed enough for Andy to start more exploration. Leaving your lips, pecking your jaw. Nibbling your ear, tracing your neck. Sucking, licking and teasing in order to make you focus on the sinful pleasure.

The suck of his mouth on your breasts made you arch further into him. The way he played your body like a fiddle. Making you sing a different tune. Allowing you to float on cloud nine when he had barely done anything yet.

The softness of his hands stroked your legs. Comforting you in this odd situation. Making sure to let you know it was okay to give in to him and enjoy this just as much as he did. Your panties were hooked around his fingers. Letting them be pulled down and thrown into the room.

The grip of his hands was a little rougher when he pulled your legs apart again. Coming face to face with your soaked cunt. You tried to read his face, a certain glow of admiration spreading across his features.

“Beautiful.” He praised. The whisper of his voice penetrated your mind. He clearly longed for you just as much as you longed for him.

His large palms held your ass, while the tips of his thumbs explored the outer edges of your pussy. For a moment you stopped breathing at his gentle touch. Juvenile play as if he was exploring what stroke would give him a reaction.

You watched Andy lean forward, feeling his tongue toy with your clit. Flat swipes, gentle circles and a rhythmic change between a slow and faster pace was enough to make you cry out for him. Your hands found the strands of his fluffed-up hair. Making sure he knew you appreciated his delicate touch.

His tongue swiped back and forth through your lips. Sucking his lips around your clit as he reached the top. Lewd noises filled the air as he drank up your juices.

His possession became clear when you tried to shift into another position. His large hands held you in place. Making sure you felt every bristle of his beard and movement of his mouth. His tongue sank deeper and with more pressure like a deprived man who had been kept from his dirty little secret.

You tugged his hair at the eliciting feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His beard rubbed your sensitive cunt as his tongue worked its magic. The feeling too overwhelming making your hands try to stop him. Andy hadn’t waited long to stop his actions. He furrowed his brows in annoyance.

“When I’m down here, you don’t get to interrupt me. Understood?”

“Yes-yes.” You stammered out under his gaze.

With a single nod, you felt his tongue deep between the lips of your pussy again. Delicate kitten licks toying with you and with each moan it spurred him on to fasten his actions. Burying his face for a deeper taste of you.

With a harsh suck, he popped your clit from his mouth. You felt him smiling against your pussy. Happy to be between your legs. Allowing you to play and tug his hair as long as you didn’t interrupt his meal.

His tongue flicked your pulsing clit while his thumb rubs up and down your hole. Gathering all of the dripping nectar with his mouth. Feeling the pressure of his other finger digging into your ass. Your hips bucked for a second and he pushed his thumb in.

Sobbing at the assault on your cunt only allowed for his tongue to rapidly flick and swirl your clit. The thrust of his thumb didn’t feel big enough. Only making you whine and whimper for more of his touch.

Another finger joins as you feel two fingers sliding up and down your pussy. “Yes!” You exclaimed at the relief of the soft stretch. Whining when he slid them back out.

Andy’s explored every inch of your soaked core. One of his fingers teased your entrance, making your body writhe under his touch desperately. Feeling two of his fingers slide inside felt like a gift. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he scissors them inside. Pulling them in and out to draw more of your juice out.

No man had ever given your cunt this type of attention. Not with this much precision. He hummed at the taste of everything you were giving him. Your moans increased as he made you feel so good.

“Oh fuck.” Your head craned backwards as you pulled his face closer to your cunt. Not wanting him to leave.

With a twist of his wrist, he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. Everything was happening so fast, you couldn’y even think about wrong or right anymore. His hand was covered in your sweet nectar, lapping it up with his hungered mouth. Drawing everything out that you’re giving him.

Your orgasm builded quickly, nothing but gasps, moans and whimpers leaving your body. Bucking your hips against his face was punished with his strong arm holding you down. Clearly sending you a sign that he would do all the work.

The burn of his beard had subdued due to the ecstatic feeling that rose. The squelched noises filled the air as your cunt drenched his fingers.

“Andy, please.” You screamed at the erratic pumps. Your legs clamped around his head. The spasms of your body erupted from his assault. “Please, stop, Andy.”

Shuddering around his fingers made him still his fingers and pull back from your pussy. His bewildered gaze met yours. He was a man on a mission. The grip on the couch eased up, as he let you have a moment to catch your breath.

Drawing his fingers from your core, he plunged them back in. Clearly sending you a sign that he would be the one making all the decisions tonight. Your trembling body assaulted another time as his mouth worked your core. Soft kisses and strokes helped you through your high. Working with you to come back down from the heavenly state he had put you in.

Andy got up without a warning. Holding out his hand for you to grab. Your cunt still pulsating from the mindblowing orgasm, making it hard to stand up. Rolling your eyes at this uncharming moment as he guided you up the stairs.

As he opened the bedroom door he turned back at you. Suddenly everything was starting to become too real as you stood in front of him vulnerable and naked. Guilt clouding your mind once again. Andy grabbed your waist, pulling you closer and swiftly turning your bodies, making you walk backwards. His lips teasing yours with soft pecks.

“You’re overdressed, Barber.”

He threw his head back laughing at your words. Releasing you from his grasp, undressing quickly. You glanced down your body, noting you still were in your own lingerie. Unclipping your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Your fingers hooked under the garter belt around your waist. Andy stopped your hands from acting any further as you tried to slide it off. He raised an eyebrow, giving you a warning, watching him slide down his boxers. Gulping when his cock springs free as he pulls his boxers down.

Andy was bigger than any other man you had in the past. One thing was clear, Andy Barber wanted you more than anything. He was going to be yours for a night. Fuck Laurie and her stupid comments that still had haunted you.

You would devour him one time and then cut all ties. A way of getting him out of your system. Your hands wandered over your ass up your hips and waist. Gliding over your breasts, tweaking the nipples between your fingers.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” Andy praised, stepping towards you. His hand settled at the base of your neck while the other cupped your cheek. His lips were hungry, searching for an entry. A filthy swipe of his tongue against your lips. Caressing your palate and dancing with your tongue. He guided you back towards the bed until you could take no more steps.

His cock pushed against your stomach, making the excitement shoot through your veins. Andy ground into you, making you clench around nothing. Humming at the strokes of his tongue, yelping when he suddenly pushed you down on the bed.

Taking advantage of your surprise he flipped you over. Climbing behind you with his knees settling on either side of your body. His hands resting beside your head, pressing loving kisses on your cheek, down your shoulder while tracing wet and sloppy marks down your spine. With every move, he slowly sat back up.

His hands caressed your ass, admiring the view underneath him. Slightly tilting your hips so your ass would spread a little, granting him more access to your pussy.

Andy ran his cock through your soaked core. Coating himself while working your excitement up again. He tapped your pussy with his length before sinking in his tip in to tease you. You gripped the sheets letting out a muffled moan.

“Please, Andy, I need more.”

“So desperate for my cock.”

“Please, fuck me.” You begged, feeling him pull out of you.

Andy repositioned himself, spreading his knees wide, making sure he all leverage over your body. A darkened smile held his face. With a single deep thrust, he nearly splitted you in half. The allowance to get used to his size was short lived when he bottomed out.

“So tight for me, sweetheart.” Andy husked, taking in every expression you displayed as you tilted your head to look back at him. He was looking for discomfort, but all you returned was a smile when he pushed back inside your walls.

His hips rocked in and out, stretching your cunt and easing off the burn. He pulled out, slowly dipping in and out of your dripping cunt. Your hands reached back to spread your cheeks for him while he slowly kept sinking in further and further.

Your hips kept lifting as he kept plunging in and out of your hole. He grabbed your hands, stopping the spread of your ass, guiding them upward above your head. With a rough grasp on your hips he impaled you deeply. Driving his cock inside your wet walls eagerly.

Soft whines escaped when he pounded you from behind. Working up your orgasm as he slided into you over and over again. Clenching around him when he angled his cock just right against your sweet spot.

He drew your body close to his when he rolled you both sideways. The pumps of his cock added more and more pleasure in this newfound position. Your foot rested on his thigh. Feeling his lips marking your neck. His large hand kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples and making you sob at the pleasure swirling in your veins.

You squeezed around him, suddenly releasing more frantic ruts from him. The muscles of your body tensed at the spearing motion. Andy’s hand circled your waistline finding your swollen clit. His flat fingers rotated your overworked cunt. Making you squeeze him even harder as you couldn’t withhold from cumming. You trembled in his hold as he kept you close.

He slid out and laid back, his cock still throbbing as you turn your body towards him. You licked your lips at the glistened length.

“I want to admire your view. Ride me, sweetheart.” Andy ordered

It was a different request than what you initially had in mind, but it wasn’t one you were going to deny him if it meant more pleasure for you both. Soaking up every inch of love Andy was willing to give you before you had to part ways.

Throwing your leg over, he holds his cock for you to sink down on. Your mouth fell open at the renewed positioned feel of his width. Halfway there he let you take control. Sliding his own hands up your body playing with your nipples and kneading the squishy flesh of your breasts.

“So good.” You gasped, bouncing gently up and down his cock. Watching Andy’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. Upon impulse you respond by leaning forward as you keep riding him. Your lips meeting, kissing him fiercely.

With your hips circling his cock his hands were free to roam and caress your body. His hands stroked the small of your back down to your ass, helping you push down further on his cock. Pulling you back into him when you lift a little too high. Meeting the slow rocks of your hips while your mouths desperately fuck one another on their own rhythm.

His arms circled your waist, holding you down, fucking up into your drenched cunt. Breathlessly you break off the searing kiss as he fucks you deeply. His eyes watch you closely, admiring your beauty as you work up to another orgasm.

Andy flipped your bodies, making your legs fell open. He sank back in deeply, resting his arms beside you. Your needy body right where he wanted it. You’re vulnerable while he was in total control. He slowly rolled his hips into you. The friction was deep and loving. Your legs circled his waist, holding him within close proximity.

His ruts deepen with every pound, making it harder for you to breathe. Every inhale was met with a cry of pleasure. Your sobs only made him pump you harder. Fucking you harder into the mattress. You were about to reach another high when he swiftly pulls out and pumps himself on your stomach. His white ropes painted your flesh.

“I want to pump you full of me.”

“Then fuck me, Andy.”

A consensual agreement, not one of you had thought of a condom. Too busy drinking up one another. Without another word, he slid back inside your walls. Opening one leg while resting the sole of your foot against his shoulder. Slowly you fell apart as your muscles tensed up again.

A rough pounding as he fucks you deeply. Taking him to the hilt, creaming his cock with your arousal. His hand took a hold of your ankle and he pressed his lips against the inside. You watch him lean his head back, feeling his cock twitch inside you.

Andy chased his own high with a guttural growl. The orgasm rippled through you, trembling underneath him. Your body screamed for him, feeling his hot cum filling you, squeezing him dry, needing every last drop as if he was your antidote to the venemous bite.

Freshly fucked dumb and pleasured. You were taken by surprise when Andy dove back down between your legs.

“You’re going to give me one more, sweetheart,” Andy stated, clearly not having gotten enough of your sweet taste.

The swipe of his tongue feels glorious, making you sob at the feeling. He hovered back over your body, kissing your lips and letting your taste your mixed pleasure.

His beard scraped your folds, while his greedy fingers pump your filled cunt. Andy drank from your pussy like it was his last drink. The swirl of his tongue circled your clit. The perfect suction on the pulsating nub. Dragging his flat tongue over your soaked hole. The sweet nectar with his cum dripping generously.

Your hands entwine themselves in his crazed hair as he vigorously pumps you with his digits. The sweet moans filled the room, as you felt the perspiration covering your body from being overstimulated.

Andy worked your pussy like a professional. His mouth not leaving your clit while his fingers did all the pounding. Curling and twisting them inside you. Your body started to spasm against his tongue when he penetrated your hole.

Drenched for just Andy as he licked you clean. Exhausting your body to the limit. Squeezing every ounce of liquid from it, like it was his mission.

Your throbbing core had pushed out all of his cum by now. The thought of him cleaning you out from his own cum made you even more aroused. Your muscles tensed up, making the ache of another orgasm even more pleasurable.

“Please andy, don’t stop.” You whined, feeling his thick tongue licking your clit.

Andy continued until your body stopped writhing. Fully saturated when your final orgasm had taken over. He pecked your cunt with his lips. Admiring it in its whole, while watching it pulsate around nothing. The ache was still there, but it was worth it.

“You did so well for me, sweetheart.” Andy smiled, leaning upwards. His body was on top of yours, pressing his lips against yours, stroking your hair as you willingly circled your legs around his waist. Locking him into your grasp with your ankles linked.

An intimate and vulnerable moment of just you and Andy. A moment that should’ve happened years ago. But now, it was too late. The damage was already done. Guilt overtaking your body.

“She’s seeing someone else.” Andy whispered softly as if he could sense your thoughts. Your eyes grew at the spoken words. How did he know that? “I’ve known for a while. She wasn’t ready to tell the family yet.”

The heavy weight on your shoulders immediately lifted your mood. His arms circling around your waist, holding your body tightly against his.

“Why didn’t you start with that news earlier?” With a balled fist you hit his arm.

He laughed and without answering he kissed you passionately like he had waited his entire life to do so.

[fandoms--fluff]

After y/n (oldest mikaelson sibling) acted as a Mom because Kol was hysterically crying about not having a mom a week ago for some reason

Kol snuggled next to y/n on the couch: I like you better as a sister than a mom

Y/n: Yeah?

Kol: And you like me better as a brother than a rabbit, right?

Y/n: Oh, yes...yes I do

Kol sniffling: I hit Klaus today

Y/n: you hit him?

Kol: ...before I bit him

Y/n, raising an eyebrow: you bit him?

Y/n, sighing: you really shouldn't have

Klaus, glaring: she's right

Cue Klaus chasing a terrified and screaming Kol

Elijah, walking into the room: what did he do this time?

Y/n: you don't even want to know

Don't know if this makes sense, but I wanted to use this scene from lilo and stitch cause it's one of my favorite movies and I think it would be Kol's too.

-send in requests for flufftober this year!!!!!

[seonghwaddict]

🗯 "but he wouldn't be you" - seonghwa

for this i could definitely see a plot along the lines of you and seonghwa being best friends and secretly pining for each other.

except it's not really a secret because everyone including the two of you is aware of it even though neither of you have confessed or labeled your relationship. you two had been like this for years, throughout the entirety of high school.

fast forward to when you start college, separated from each other because you couldn't go to the same one for whatever reason. of course, you keep in contact and meet regularly, only living an hour or two away from each other. however, in college you meet a guy who you grow close to, considering him your best friend. personally, i have one of the members in mind, maybe hongjoong.

every time you see seonghwa, you find some way to bring him up, causing a bubble of jealousy to form over time. sometimes they would be little things, like he would mention and movie and you'd mention your new friend likes that movie too. other times you would be gushing about something you did with him recently, be it going to an amusement park or having a simple movie night at your apartment.

seonghwa thought he'd be able to handle it, wanting nothing more than for you to be happy. but something about the way you'd tell him these things while being tangled under his bedsheets stirred something in him.

anyways, one day, you're just not doing well. you barely slept, you feel like you're going to fail one of your classes, you're on the brink of breaking down all day. so, feeling helpless and lost, you call the one person you know could cheer your up.

you nearly cry right on the spot when you hear seonghwa's familiar warm voice talk through your phone. "hello?"

somehow able to keep your voice even, your gaze fixates on a random spot on your wall as you answer, "hey, um... could i come over? i'm uh, bored."

"wouldn't it be more convenient for you to run to hongjoong," he nearly scoffs, "he lives right near you, doesn't he?"

"but... but he wouldn't be you, hwa." your voice breaks, he notices.

somehow, he makes it to your apartment in half the usual time it takes, having sped down the roads to get to you.

MY MILESTONE EVENT :3

[mochminnie]

Stitch, BayMax, Emi I would love all 3 there to be fanart!!!! There will be many Disney references in my Ken Sato Story. ‘Outgrown’

Ken & Hana would be so David & Nani coded. 🥺🫶🏽🤭🖤✨

I’ll may or may not make an au with Baymax and a separate one with Stitch. And one with all 3 characters🥺🖤✨

I feel love these characters Emi would love them so so much!!! I need fan art of Stitch & Emi!!!

Maybe a bigger version of stitch meeting Emi or her as pocket sized Emi, Ken & Reader meeting Lilo, the whole Ohana. In the fic.

Emi would jump up and down excitedly to see Stitch and do the Kaiju Godzilla dance with her. Especially on how many times Stitch would imitate the huge spider ("Earth vs. the Spider" (1958) ) kaiju in the first Lilo & Stitch movie. And the family watching "Them!" (1954)

Baymax & Emi!!! Fanart!!! I feel like she would deflate him😭😭😭🫶🏽 bless her.

[heich0e]

"are you... crying?"

as suna pops into your peripheral vision over the back of the sofa, you turn to hide your face from him, frantically scrubbing at your wet cheeks.

"no," you lie, sniffling pathetically.

the TV is still playing in the background, but it does little to hide the sound.

rintarou hoists his body over the back of the couch, nestling himself and his unjustifiably long limbs into place beside you. he wiggles around while he tries to get comfortable.

"isn't this a kids movie?" he asks you flatly, eyes flickering between the television screen and your face, though you still refuse to meet his gaze. "you're crying over a movie made for children."

you finally turn to look at him, your features pinched in indignation. "lilo and stitch is appropriate for all viewing ages, thank you."

rintarou quirks a brow at your fury, doing nothing to hide his amusement. if his expression tells you anything, it's that he's achieved the exact reaction he'd been hoping for, which only irritates you more.

"wouldn't know," he says with a shrug, the light from the tv flickering across his features, "i've never seen it."

you gape. "if you've never seen it then you can't judge me! you don't even know what it's about."

suna's enjoying your upset far too much, just like he always does. he scooches a little closer to you, tucking his feet under the blanket you have thrown across your lap.

"it's about some little blue monster, right?"

"he's an alien," you correct him pointedly, "and they think he's a dog."

"weird looking dog," suna remarks. he reaches out and swipes at a tear still clinging to your cheek with his thumb. you suppress sudden the urge to bite his hand. "why'd the ugly dog make you cry?"

your lip wobbles again as you turn your attention back to the screen.

you don't want to tell him.

you don't want to tell him.

"he was watching his family have fun without him, and he felt left out," you croak out, voice watery. "he tried to build a sandcastle on his own tummy."

it's quiet for a second, only the voices of the characters on screen playing though the darkness of your living room.

"you're pathetic."

his actions are in direct contradiction to his words, because even as he chides you rintarou is wrapping his arms around you comfortingly, pulling you into his lap.

"he just wants a family," you warble, tucking your face against the collar of your boyfriend's sweatshirt. his hand pats gently over your back, the other tugging the blanket up around you both as he nestles you back into the sofa.

"doesn't he have one? who are those people?" he asks, nodding forward towards the screen.

"that's lilo and her older sister, and the hunky guy is david."

"hunky?" rintarou asks, his voice lilting up in what sounds like genuine concern and mild offense.

you snort.

"yeah, he's hot," you say, snuggling even further into suna's chest. "he's nani, the older sister's, love interest."

"so he's like me?" suna asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close. "and you're nani?"

"no i'm the guy whose ice cream keeps getting knocked off his cone," you shake your head. "and you're scrump."

"scrump?" suna mutters in confusion.

"wanna restart the movie?" you ask, peeking up at him hopefully.

he looks down at you, his eyes following the lines of your face for a moment. he smiles a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"yeah, alright," he agrees once he pulls away, reaching for the remote. "i wanna see who this scrump guy is. must be handsome if you say he looks like me."

[twst-shenanigans]

Stitch revived the account

I don't really care that Twisted Wonderland finally gave us a beach event...

All I care is that the blue fur ball is being brought into the game ❤️

LOOK AT HIM! AJBDKJWENFA

[neoninky]

Yes my MC’s name is Lawrence lol

I screen capped this because it cracked me up for two reasons:

1) Lilia is probably my fav Diasomnia character which is saying a lot cuz Diasomnia is the only other dorm aside from Octavinelle where I love all the characters but bat dad has my heart more so most of the time 🤌 And I just love him and all his wild tomfoolery

2) I wrote a rough draft scene for my Diasomnia story of Lilia and the OC love interest I made for him specifically and it was hella dramatic (probably cuz of all the dramas I’ve been binge watching lately lolol). And this image just reminded me of “yes this is the man you just wrote in a ‘he chased after his lover into the rain that just happened to start right as he dramatically confesses against all the odds his true feels, which is weirdly convenient is it not??’ scene. THIS man. This retired war scarred general turned adorable pink scene highlights wearing lil dude of a man….this man is a FATHER-“ and so on and so forth 😂

Also I friggin love Stitch. He is one of my favorite Disney characters. Love, love, love him. I stopped playing Twisted Wonderland for a long while but I started again recently and sooner after they announced this event was happening sooo perfect timing!

[midnight-mourning]

mmmmm take these and panic:

Chapter won't be out this coming week (like I said on ao3, need to do every 2 weeks for a bit) but should be on track for the week after!

For now, do what you will with these out of context ch. 35 spoilers :)

[thesexydancingcrepe]

Childhood au

Inspired by the Lilo and stitch meme and ittw @skittlescripts, @jscribbs guanyin and @rinitachan ittw!reader oc

I.... was an "interesting" child

My mad ramblings below 👇

I would think child au!Sun Wukong would have really need a friend since when we're children, we really need a connection with someone that isn't scared or disgusted by our eccentricities, someone willing to play despite what we "are".

I also can't help but think that child au!Sun Wukong is somehow a bigger menace, and so someone was like, "Just give em' a playmate" instead of really doing anything. 🤔🤨😮‍💨

Child me was.... odd, so I thought I would be funny to see this bad cutie and badder cutie dynamic 😈 🌸 🐒 ✨️

[sparkledfirecracker]

Ari's showing up to your practice to beg you to come with him. And he'll do anything to convince you.

"Come for me, baby," Ari whispers, sucking hard on your clit. You arch off the table, gripping the crinkly paper on it, "I think you need to give me one more. Be a good girl and say yes."

MINAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! HOW DARE YOU ATTACK ME LIKE THIS.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), fingering, hint at edging, hint at squirting, praise - if I missed any let me know.

Not beta read, all mistakes are my own. Around 450 words.

By clicking keep reading, you agree to be 18 years or older!!

“Yes, please.” Pleas fell from your lips, wanting the agony of the edging torture to be over.

“Good girl.” He praised, scissoring his fingers inside your walls. His lips barely having left your clit, the whisper adding to the sensational built of the coil in your stomach.

Ari’s surprise visits always were of an inconvenience and you probably had agreed to something stupid once again. Past visits had included joining a cooking class, skydiving, tantric couple massages, paintball with his friends (with you running around as the target) and pottery classes.

Your back arched of the table and your head dropped back. Both of your hands nestled on top of his head. Your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair with each delightful suck and lick.

His tongue teasing your pussy while his fingers actively pumped and curled inside you. The tip of his nose nudged your clit with a steady rhythm. If Ari Levinson knew one thing in life, it was how to pleasure a woman and make her see stars in every known universe.

The tremble of your legs starting as he kept building up your orgasm. A layered complexity, but one he had precisely measured and was in full control off. Your body reacted to him like it was his own. A blessing and a curse.

“So good.” You panted, “so close.”

A spur on to keep Ari going and letting him know you were almost there. With a flick of his wrist, he rubbed your clit while curling his large fingers inside you. Hovering over your squirming body, pushing down on your lower belly with his free hand.

He loved watching you break for him, around his cock or around his fingers. There was no preference to him as long as you gave him what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes. It will always be yes.” You screamed out, cumming all over his hand. Soaking the crinkled paper as he worked hard to extract every last drop from you. Working you through your high as your muscles relaxed again from the intensity.

“You better be home at 17:00 future Mrs. Levinson. Or I’ll be forced to have you agree to another wish of mine.” Ari smiled down at you, kissing your lips and sliding fingers out of your cunt.

“Wait. What?” You hoisted yourself onto your elbows.

“I’ll see you later, future Mrs. Levinson. So we can continue practicing the cervical exam for our honeymoon.” He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, quickly glancing into the mirror before giving you a wink and walking out.

“Did I just agree to getting married?” Dumbfounded you let yourself fall back on to the table, just laying there for a second staring at the ceiling. When you slowly started to smile.

[seonghwaddict]

🗯️title: got and bothered

Member: jongho

Just a lil extra if you don’t mind: starts with y’all being out at dinner with the members and jongho can’t keep his eyes— not to mention his hands— off that black dress you have on. I feel like it could go either way bc maybe he’s not big on pda, but god him teasing you all. night. long. AHHHH surprise us with how the night goes🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

RAHHHHHHH i love this idea nsfw under the cut mdni.

MY MILESTONE EVENT

warnings: p in v, backshots, slightly rough, hair pulling, nicknames (baby, pretty little slut).

it would start of subtle; sneaking glances as you sit next to each other, chatting happily with the members over your meals. he keeps quiet, sitting back in his seat as his eyes roam over your seated figure, the sight of how low the back of your dress dipped making heat pool in his stomach. he bites his lip, making sure his hand is out of sight from the others as he lifts it to brush against the soft skin of the small of your back.

you jolt slightly in surprise, glancing to your side to look at him, cheeks warming. he only smiles, nodding his head in a gesture for you to rejoin the conversation. throughout the night, he continues his teasing touches. his fingertips brushing against your back or your forearm as you continue your conversation with whoever was sat across from you. his hand finds your thighs, speaking casually as he dips under the enticing slit for a moment, pinching your skin before trailing higher and higher. your breath held in anticipation, you fixate your eyes on your glass of water, only exhaling once his hand slips away to caress your knee.

dessert rolls around and you finish your chocolate cake quickly. as soon as you swallow the last piece, jongho makes up some story about forgetting to put your dog some food you don't have a dog and needing to get the two of you home urgently to feed it. no one questions it, bidding the two of you farewell as you disappear out of the door of the restaurant.

as soon as you step through your front door, he's all over you, devouring your lips and moving down to your neck as he maneuvers you to the nearest comfortable surface where he could bend you over. that being your kitchen counter.

skirt flipped up your ass, he only nudges your thin black panties to the side before slipping his cock into you from behind, your chest pressed against the cold marble surface. he can't get enough of your whines and whimpers as he snaps his hips against yours, the sound of your skin slapping against each other echoing through the apartment.

with one hand digging into your hip, his other one grabs a handful of your hair, pulling gently to keep your face off the counter, wanting to hear your unfiltered moans. his hand stays clasped around the strands as he leans down to rasp lowly into your ear.

"how could you wear that and expect me to keep my hands off you, baby? would you have liked me to take you right in front of all of them, huh? i bet you would've, you pretty little slut."

[disneeznuts]

David x (fem) reader on a Disney cruise (Disney dream) ily

a/n: uh side note... I've never been on a cruise so I'm gonna go off of every commercial and youtube video I've seen. sorry if it's inaccurate lol.

(david kawena x reader)

summary: cruise antics with a side of sunburn

Masterlist

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"Can I back out?" You asked, inching away from the decreasing line of people. Coming into contact with skin, you looked up to meet David's gaze. However, he was focused on the view below you. Following his eyes, you saw all the bodies splashing in the pool. Looking back at you he smiled lightly.

"It's not so bad. I swear. Scout's honor," he stated, bringing up a hand to place it on his heart. With a rather unamused look you tilted your head at him. "Really, it's not that fast," he insisted.

"I'm not worried about that. What if I like, rip my swimsuit while we’re in there and everyone will-" You glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to you, leaning closer to David you whispered to him, "What if my ba hoobs fall out."

Instantly a snort left David's lips as he went to try and hide his laughter behind his arm.

"Why did you pronounce it like that?" He giggled rather childishly. You furrowed your brows at him.

"Do you see how many kids are around? What if I flash them, David? I will never forgive myself."

Calming down from his fit, the boy placed a hand on your back, reassuringly.

"I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. It's not like anything can tear it away. You're gonna be on the tube the whole time. The tubes not gonna hurt you."

Biting your lip you hesitantly took another step forward.

"If you're wrong you so owe me. For giving me false hope." David chuckled again.

"It'll be fine," he stated, placing the tube down onto the starting pad

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"I've never even played golf let alone the mini version of it," You informed taking a golf club from David as he handed it to you.

"Really? I swear we did on a date once," David said, snagging a ball and maneuvering around running children to hole 1.

"Maybe we did. I don't know but I can already tell this is not my forte." You mumbled watching as David placed the tee into the ground and stepped back to line his shot and do practice swing. Looking back at you he smiled with a shrug.

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it." Looking back at the course, he leaned over and went for the hit. Smoothly the ball rolled across the mats before entering a windmill that was slowly moving and exiting back out onto the grass. Watching, it stopped just before flag.

"You are so going to win," you stated. "How am I even supposed to get it through the fan thing?"

"You'll do great. Just go for it," David insisted, walking backwards, his pole on his shoulder.

Looking rather helpless you fixed yourself into a stance that you guessed resembled David's and attempted a swing. The ball took off faster than his but still made it's way up the ramp and through the windmill, effortlessly falling on to the hole.

Jaw dropping you looked over at David who was cheering.

"See I told you. Look at that you're a natural." Laughing you waved your hand, jogging to catch up to him.

"Beginners luck."

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“Ow ow ow ow- be gentle,” David whined as you smoothed aloe over his shoulders. Whispering a quiet ‘Sorry,’ you eased up on your actions.

The boy sat on the edge of the hotel rooms bed facing the TV as you kneeled behind him.

“I don’t get it. I’m in the sun literally all the time. Why am I getting burnt now?” He asked eyes fixed on the screen which was playing the The Little Mermaid.

“You didn’t drink a lot of water today. That’s probably a factor,” you hummed, capping the container. David sighed, carefully turning to fall onto his stomach, head plopping onto the sheets causing his bangs to fall in front of his eyes.

Laughing lightly at his miserable state, you joined him, resting onto you side. With your head in one hand you tucked the misplaces strands of hair behind his ear with the other.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. Responding with a small smile you continued to card through his hair with your fingers. Eyes falling shut the atmosphere became quite despite the tune of ‘Kiss The Girl’ playing in the background.

“You still want to go to our reservation?” You questioned softly as the song ended. Letting out another huff of breath David picked his head up, neck craning to look at you.

“If you want to,” he responded. Furrowing your brows you scanned across the boys features, taking in his tired eyes from the busy day, before sitting up and reaching for the remote.

“I think Finding Nemo’s next. We can watch that and order room service instead. We have all of this week still to check the restaurants out,” you offered. Placing his chin in his palm, elbow sinking into the mattress David looked over his shoulder back at the TV.

“I do like a good Merlin and Dory moment,” he mumbled.

“Sounds like a plan then,” you agreed crawling over to place a quick kiss to David’s cheek. The corner of his mouth quirked up as he turned back to you. Pushing himself up slightly, he cupped the side of your face and pulled you back to him. A small smiled edged its way onto you lips before they connected to his.

His presence disappeared as soon as it came but you followed him as he pulled back. Putting his cheeks in your palms you brought him back close to you. As you did so David shifted forward, making you fall onto the pillows. Giggling softly you placed your hands onto his shoulder to draw him closer just as you fell into another kiss.

However the sudden lurch from the man above you made you do so otherwise.

“Woah- watch the skin man. Making me feel like I’m being stung by a jellyfish,” he hissed. You winced at his reaction.

“Sorry,” you said placing your hold onto the sides of his neck to slowly pull him back in.

[simpforfandom231]

Please love me

Waring: this has lots of smut, degrading, abuse and harassment…please be carefull. it ends good but just be aware. the story is based on 'the canyons'

Summary: Lindsay had left Y/n years ago for the rich producer Dalton but when Y/n gets proposed to play a part in Daltons movie, Lindsay immediately falls for the girl again.

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In the dimly lit restaurant, the air was thick with tension as Y/N sat across from Lindsay and her pompous boyfriend, Dalton. Y/N stole glances at Lindsay, feeling a pang of nostalgia mixed with resentment. They had once been inseparable, but Lindsay’s pursuit of wealth and status had torn them apart.

Dalton, with his smug demeanor and air of entitlement, seemed to relish in his superiority over everyone at the table. Y/N gritted her teeth, silently fuming at his condescending remarks towards Lindsay.

“So, Y/N,” Dalton began, his tone dripping with arrogance, “I hear you’re still trying to make it in this town. Must be tough, huh?”

Y/N forced a tight smile, refusing to let Dalton’s disdain get to her. “Yeah, it’s a grind, but I’m holding my own.”

Lindsay shot Y/N a sympathetic glance, her eyes silently pleading for understanding. Y/N felt a twinge of guilt at the sight. Despite everything, she still cared for Lindsay deeply.

As the conversation drifted to Dalton’s latest film project, Y/N’s ears perked up. A role in his upcoming movie? It was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to pass up, no matter how distasteful it was to work alongside Dalton.

“Actually, Y/N,” Dalton said, his voice oozing with faux generosity, “I’ve been thinking about casting you in a role. It’s a small part, but it could be your big break.”

Y/N exchanged a hesitant glance with Lindsay, who offered a reassuring nod. It was a chance to prove herself, even if it meant swallowing her pride.

“That sounds great, Dalton,” Y/N replied, masking her reluctance with a forced enthusiasm.

As the meal progressed, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. It was like old times, with Lindsay by her side and their shared dreams of making it big in Hollywood. But reality soon intruded, reminding Y/N of the chasm that had formed between them.

“I need to use the restroom,” Y/N announced, pushing back her chair.

Lindsay’s eyes widened with realization, and she quickly rose to her feet. “I’ll come with you,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Alone in the restroom, Y/N leaned against the sink, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves. Lindsay hovered nearby, her presence a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

“I miss you,” Lindsay blurted out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N’s heart ached at the confession, her own feelings too raw to ignore. “I miss you too,” she admitted, her voice choked with emotion.

For a moment, they stood in silence, the weight of their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air. But reality soon intruded, reminding them of the obstacles that stood in their way.

“We can’t keep doing this, Lindsay,” Y/N said, her voice tinged with sadness. “You made your choice, and I made mine.”

Lindsay nodded, her eyes filled with regret. “I know,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

As Y/N leaned against the sink, her mind whirled with conflicting emotions. Lindsay’s presence beside her stirred up a storm of memories and desires that she had long tried to bury. But as Lindsay’s words hung heavy in the air, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her former lover.

“You don’t deserve to be treated like this, Lindsay,” Y/N said, her voice laced with frustration. “Dalton’s a jerk, and you know it.”

Lindsay flinched at the harshness of Y/N’s words, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Please, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice tinged with desperation. “Don’t say that.”

Y/N softened at the sight of Lindsay’s vulnerability, her heart aching at the pain she had caused. “Baby, he’s no good for you,” she said gently, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Lindsay’s face.

Lindsay recoiled at the endearment, her eyes brimming with tears. “Don’t call me that,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the hum of the restroom’s ventilation.

Their gaze locked, and for a moment, the world fell away, leaving only the two of them in their shared moment of vulnerability. Y/N’s heart clenched at the sight of Lindsay’s tear-streaked face, her resolve crumbling in the face of their undeniable connection.

“I knew you still cared,” Y/N admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I saw it in your eyes weeks ago when we started…screwing around again.”

Lindsay’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening with surprise. “Y/N, we can’t keep doing this,” she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. “Dalton checks my phone, and if he finds out…”

Y/N’s heart sank at the reminder of the barriers that stood between them. “I can’t let you go, Lindsay,” she confessed, her voice choked with emotion. “I never stopped loving you.”

Lindsay’s expression softened at the confession, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You need to take Dalton’s proposal,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with resignation. “There’s a…scene in the movie, and after that, it’ll be the last time we…you know.”

Y/N’s heart shattered at the thought of their inevitable parting, but she knew Lindsay was right. With a heavy sigh, she nodded, steeling herself for the pain that lay ahead.

As they returned to the table, Y/N plastered on a smile, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As Y/N and Lindsay returned to the table, the atmosphere had shifted. Dalton sat there, an air of arrogance surrounding him like an invisible cloak. His eyes bore into Lindsay, possessive and domineering, as if she were nothing more than a prized possession to be flaunted.

“Finally, you two are back,” Dalton remarked, his tone dripping with superiority. “I was starting to wonder if you’d gotten lost.”

Lindsay forced a tight smile, her eyes darting nervously between Y/N and Dalton. “Sorry about that,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Amalia shot Y/N a concerned glance, silently urging her to stay calm. But Y/N could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface, fueled by Dalton’s blatant disregard for Lindsay’s feelings.

“So, Y/N,” Dalton began, his gaze lingering on Lindsay possessively. “Have you considered my proposal for the movie?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to maintain her composure in the face of Dalton’s arrogance. “Yeah, I have,” she replied through gritted teeth. “I’ll do it.”

Dalton smirked, his ego inflated by Y/N’s compliance. “Excellent,” he said, his voice oozing with self-satisfaction. “I knew you’d come to your senses eventually.”

Lindsay shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes downcast as she toyed with her napkin. Y/N’s heart ached at the sight, knowing that Lindsay deserved so much more than Dalton’s callous treatment.

“I need to use the restroom,” Lindsay murmured, her voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant.

Dalton’s eyes narrowed, his possessive gaze following Lindsay’s every move. “Don’t be long,” he said, his tone laced with thinly veiled warning. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

As Lindsay hurried away, Y/N’s fists clenched with fury. How could Dalton treat her like she was nothing more than an inconvenience? But before Y/N could voice her anger, Amalia placed a calming hand on her arm, silently urging her to bide her time.

When Lindsay returned to the table, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Dalton’s expression softened slightly, a hint of concern flickering across his features.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked, his voice tinged with faux sympathy.

Lindsay forced a tight smile, nodding weakly as she took her seat beside him. But Y/N could see the pain lurking beneath the surface, hidden behind a mask of compliance.

As the meal progressed, Dalton’s arrogance seemed to grow with each passing moment. He spoke over Lindsay, dismissing her opinions as if they were inconsequential. Y/N seethed with anger, her frustration reaching its boiling point.

“I think we should order dessert,” Dalton declared, his gaze flickering towards the waiter with an air of entitlement.

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. With a surge of determination, she stood up from the table, her voice ringing out clear and strong.

“Actually, Dalton,” she said, her tone laced with defiance, “I think we’re done here.”

Dalton’s eyes widened in shock, his arrogance faltering for the first time. But Y/N didn’t wait for a response. With a final glance at Lindsay, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Dalton’s arrogance behind her like a bad memory.

Y/N stood outside Dalton and Lindsay’s lavish Malibu home, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. She had agreed to come over to rehearse scenes for Dalton’s movie, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Still, she pushed aside her doubts and knocked on the door.

Lindsay opened the door, her figure draped in a silk robe that left little to the imagination. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the sight, her pulse quickening with arousal and confusion.

“What the heck are you wearing?” Y/N whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the foyer.

Lindsay’s expression darkened with sadness, her eyes downcast as she muttered, “Dalton made me do it. Let’s just drop it.”

Y/N bit back a retort, sensing Lindsay’s discomfort. Instead, she followed Lindsay into the living room, where Dalton sat on the couch in nothing but his underwear, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah, Y/N, glad you could make it,” Dalton said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We have some scenes to go over, and I thought we could…exercise together.”

Y/N’s confusion only deepened at Dalton’s suggestive tone, but she nodded reluctantly, taking a seat beside Lindsay on the couch. As Dalton began to explain the scene they would rehearse, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“We’ll be rehearsing the scene where Lindsay’s character seduces yours,” Dalton explained, his eyes lingering on Lindsay possessively.

Lindsay shifted uncomfortably beside Y/N, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But before she could protest, Dalton’s snarky comments cut through the air like a knife.

“Come on, Lindsay, let’s see some real acting,” Dalton sneered, his tone laced with mockery.

Lindsay clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I’m trying,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N felt a surge of anger at Dalton’s callous treatment of Lindsay, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. With a determined nod, she turned to Lindsay, pulling her closer by the waist.

“Let’s just focus on the scene,” Y/N whispered, her voice tinged with urgency. “Don’t think, just do.”

Lindsay nodded, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. With a deep breath, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against Y/N’s ear as she began to seduce her in earnest.

As Dalton interrupted their scene, Y/N’s heart sank, a sense of foreboding creeping over her. His devilish smile sent shivers down her spine as he declared his intention to demonstrate how the scene should be played out. Y/N’s protests died in her throat as Dalton effortlessly picked up Lindsay, his strength and dominance on full display.

Lindsay’s eyes flickered with a mix of fear and defiance as Dalton threw her onto the couch, stripping away her robe with a callous disregard for her dignity. Y/N’s stomach churned with disgust as Dalton’s intentions became clear, his predatory gaze fixed on Lindsay with possessive hunger.

Y/N watched in horror as Dalton descended upon Lindsay, his actions crude and forceful. Lindsay’s cries filled the air, but it wasn’t fear that fueled them—it was desire. Despite the circumstances, Y/N could see the longing in Lindsay’s eyes as she looked at her, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

With each passing moment, Y/N’s heart shattered into a million pieces, her love for Lindsay warring with the disgust she felt towards Dalton. But as Lindsay’s moans grew louder, Y/N realized with a sinking feeling that Lindsay was putting on a show for her, a desperate attempt to reclaim some semblance of control in a situation that had spiraled out of her grasp.

“Lindsay…” Y/N whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of Lindsay’s cries.

Lindsay’s eyes met Y/N’s with a mixture of shame and arousal, her desire burning bright despite the darkness that surrounded them. And as Lindsay called out Y/N’s name instead of Dalton’s, a surge of hope blossomed within Y/N’s chest, a flicker of light in the midst of the darkness.

But Dalton’s interruption shattered the moment, his voice cutting through the air like a knife as he hovered over Lindsay, demanding to know what she had said. Y/N’s heart clenched with fear as she watched Lindsay struggle to find the words, her gaze flickering between Y/N and Dalton with uncertainty.

In that moment, Y/N knew that they were playing a dangerous game, one that could destroy them both if they weren’t careful. But despite the risks, she couldn’t deny the pull of their forbidden love, the magnetic force that drew them together even in the face of danger.

As Dalton ordered Lindsay to the bedroom, Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, a knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. She watched in silence as Lindsay rose from the couch, her eyes pleading with Y/N for understanding. But before Y/N could protest, Dalton turned his attention to her, his gaze burning with lust and dominance.

“You,” Dalton said, his voice dripping with arrogance, “strip down. We’re going to rehearse the adult scene.

Y/N’s mind reeled with shock and disbelief. She had agreed to rehearse scenes for Dalton’s movie, but she hadn’t anticipated being thrust into such an intimate and uncomfortable situation. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Y/N nodded reluctantly, her hands trembling as she began to shed her clothes.

As Y/N carefully removed each article of clothing, she couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that washed over her. Dalton’s eyes followed her every move, his gaze predatory and possessive as he watched her undress.

Once Y/N was naked, Dalton gestured towards the staircase, his voice laced with command. “Upstairs,” he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

With a heavy sigh, Y/N followed Lindsay up the stairs, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She knew that agreeing to Dalton’s demands was a mistake, but she couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Lindsay alone with him.

As they entered the bedroom, Y/N’s eyes widened at the sight before her. Lindsay lay sprawled across the bed, her body tense with anticipation. Dalton stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes devouring Lindsay with a hunger that made Y/N’s skin crawl.

“Filthy girl,” Dalton murmured, his voice laced with admiration. “So eager to please.”

Y/N’s stomach churned at Dalton’s words, her disgust warring with her concern for Lindsay. But before she could voice her protests, Dalton began to explain the scene they would rehearse, his words sending a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

“You,” Dalton said, turning his gaze towards Y/N, “are going to go down on her. Eat her out like the filthy little slut she is.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold at Dalton’s words, her mind reeling with horror and revulsion. But as she looked into Lindsay’s eyes, she saw a flicker of defiance and longing, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

With a heavy heart, Y/N knew that she had no choice but to comply with Dalton’s demands. As she moved towards the bed, her hands trembling with fear and uncertainty, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were playing a dangerous game, one that could destroy them

As Y/N began to kiss Lindsay’s neck, a wave of tenderness washed over her, drowning out the sound of Dalton’s lewd comments. She focused all her attention on Lindsay, determined to give her pleasure and make her forget, even if just for a moment, the oppressive presence of Dalton.

Lindsay’s breath hitched as Y/N’s lips trailed along her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Y/N’s heart swelled with love and longing as she lavished attention on Lindsay’s neck, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along her spine.

Dalton’s voice, though still present, faded into the background as Y/N continued her ministrations. She ignored his praises of Lindsay’s “filthy” behavior, refusing to let his crude remarks taint the intimacy they shared.

With gentle hands, Y/N began to explore Lindsay’s body, her lips trailing down to her breasts. Lindsay gasped as Y/N’s tongue flicked across her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Dalton’s words became nothing more than a distant echo as Y/N whispered sweet nothings into Lindsay’s ear, her voice a soothing balm against the storm raging outside their sanctuary.

“You’re beautiful,” Y/N murmured, her breath warm against Lindsay’s skin. “I love you.”

Lindsay’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Y/N’s with a mixture of gratitude and desire. In that moment, they were no longer trapped in Dalton’s twisted game—they were two souls bound together by love and longing, finding solace in each other’s arms.

With tender care, Y/N continued her journey downward, her lips trailing lower and lower until she reached Lindsay’s core. Dalton’s crude comments faded into the background as Y/N focused all her attention on giving Lindsay the pleasure she deserved.

But as Y/N’s lips met Lindsay’s most intimate places, Dalton’s voice cut through the air like a knife, spouting filthy comments that made Y/N’s skin crawl with disgust.

As Dalton spat another filthy comment at Lindsay, Y/N’s blood boiled with rage. But she bit her tongue, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she focused on comforting Lindsay, her touch gentle and reassuring as they navigated through Dalton’s twisted game.

Once they were done, Y/N and Lindsay dressed silently, their movements heavy with the weight of the moment they had shared. Y/N’s heart ached as she watched Lindsay, her eyes filled with a mixture of longing and sadness.

As they prepared to part ways, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and dangers, but she couldn’t bear the thought of facing them alone.

“Hey, Lindsay,” Y/N said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lindsay looked up, her eyes meeting Y/N’s with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Yeah?”

Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “I was thinking…would you meet me tomorrow at the cafe downtown? I just…I need to talk to you.”

Lindsay’s eyes widened with surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. “Sure,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. “I’d like that.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Y/N’s lips as she watched Lindsay, her heart swelling with love and hope. Despite everything they had been through, she knew that their love was worth fighting for, even in the darkest of times.

As they said their goodbyes, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of optimism for the future. No matter what obstacles lay ahead, she knew that as long as they faced them together, they could overcome anything that stood in their way.

The next morning, Y/N waited anxiously at the cafe downtown, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the door, waiting for Lindsay to arrive. When Lindsay finally entered, her red hair cascading over her shoulders in loose waves, Y/N's breath caught in her throat.

"Lindsay, you look... stunning," Y/N said softly, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Lindsay blushed, her cheeks flushing with color at the compliment. "Thank you," she murmured, her green eyes sparkling with gratitude.

As they settled into their seats, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of urgency that gnawed at her insides. She knew that she needed to convince Lindsay to leave Dalton, but she also knew that it wouldn't be easy.

"Lindsay," Y/N began, her voice gentle but firm, "you need to get away from Dalton. You're not safe there."

Lindsay's expression softened with concern, but she shook her head stubbornly. "Dalton loves me," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation.

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's naivety, her love for her former lover warring with her frustration at her stubbornness. "Lindsay, that's bullshit," she said bluntly, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Dalton doesn't love you. He's just using you for his own pleasure, and then tossing you aside like you're nothing."

Lindsay's eyes filled with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. "You don't know him like I do," she spat, her voice laced with defiance.

Y/N's heart sank at Lindsay's resistance, but she refused to give up. "Lindsay, listen to me," she said, her voice pleading. "I love you. I can't stand to see you hurt like this."

Lindsay's expression softened at Y/N's words, her gaze meeting hers with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. "But Dalton loves me too," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, her frustration reaching its breaking point. "Lindsay, open your eyes," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Can't you see that Dalton's just using you? You deserve so much better than this."

As Y/N asked Lindsay one more time to leave Dalton, her heart pounded in her chest, the weight of her words heavy in the air between them. But Lindsay's response shattered Y/N's hopes like fragile glass.

"We shouldn't meet anymore," Lindsay said, her voice barely above a whisper as she rose from her seat.

Y/N felt a surge of panic grip her heart as Lindsay moved to leave, the ache of rejection piercing her soul. "What about yesterday?" she blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice. "What about when we were together, when we..." Her voice trailed off as Lindsay's footsteps quickened, threatening to disappear from her life once again.

But Lindsay stopped in her tracks, her body tensing at Y/N's words. Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of fear and hope as she rushed after Lindsay, determined to make her see reason.

"What about yesterday?" Y/N repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. "I saw the desire in your eyes, Lindsay. Don't pretend like it didn't mean anything to you."

Lindsay hesitated, her green eyes clouded with uncertainty. But then, with a sudden burst of determination, she forcefully crashed her lips against Y/N's, her kiss fierce and desperate.

For a moment, time stood still as Y/N melted into Lindsay's embrace, the warmth of her touch melting away the walls that had separated them for so long.

As Y/N picked Lindsay up and carried her to her car, a sense of urgency gripped her heart. Lindsay's desperate pleas for Y/N to take her echoed in her ears, driving her forward with a fierce determination to protect the woman she loved.

Carefully laying Lindsay on the backseat, Y/N's hands trembled with a mixture of fear and desire as she leaned over her. Lindsay's tear-streaked face pleaded with Y/N, her eyes brimming with longing and desperation.

With gentle hands, Y/N began to kiss down Lindsay's neck, her lips tracing a path of fire along her skin. Lindsay's fingers fumbled with Y/N's shirt, her need for closeness evident in every touch.

"Dalton isn't soft and sweet with you like I am, is he?" Y/N murmured against Lindsay's skin, her voice thick with emotion.

Lindsay's cries of pain and sadness pierced the air, mingling with the sound of their ragged breaths as Y/N pulled her dress up, exposing her bruised thighs and hips. Y/N's heart shattered at the sight, her fingers trailing over Lindsay's bruised skin with gentle reverence.

As Lindsay averted her gaze, unable to meet Y/N's eyes, Y/N's heart clenched with sadness. "Lindsay, you're beautiful," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Stunning."

Lindsay's sobs filled the car, her body trembling with a mixture of pain and desire as Y/N's lips trailed lower, kissing her thighs with tender affection. With a deep breath, Y/N lifted Lindsay's dress fully, revealing the bruises that marred her body.

As Y/N's lips met Lindsay's core, a shiver of pleasure coursed through her body, mingling with the pain and sadness that still lingered in the air. Lindsay's cries echoed in the confined space of the car, a symphony of desire and desperation that fueled Y/N's determination to give her lover the comfort and pleasure she deserved.

With each tender kiss and gentle caress, Y/N sought to erase the scars of Dalton's cruelty, to replace them with the warmth of her love and the sweetness of her touch. Lindsay's body arched against Y/N's, her fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

But as Lindsay's cries grew louder, a knot of fear tightened in Y/N's chest. She knew that their time together was fleeting, that they were dancing on the edge of danger in the unforgiving landscape of The Canyons. But in that moment, all she could focus on was the woman in her arms, the woman she loved more than life itself.

As Y/N's lips trailed higher, her tongue tracing delicate patterns along Lindsay's skin, she felt a sense of peace wash over her.

as Lindsay's cries reached a fever pitch, her body trembling with release, Y/N knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, they would face them together, their love stronger than any obstacle they faced.

As Y/N and Lindsay dressed themselves again, a heavy silence hung between them, the weight of their actions pressing down upon them like a suffocating blanket. Lindsay's phone buzzed with a message from Dalton, and her heart sank as she read his demanding words asking where she was.

"Dalton's texting me," Lindsay murmured, her voice tinged with anxiety as she glanced at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, her expression grim. "You need to text me when you get home, okay?" she said, her voice soft but firm. "I need to know you're safe."

Lindsay's fingers trembled as she typed out a response to Dalton, her heart racing with fear and guilt. How could she face him after what had just transpired between her and Y/N? But she knew she had no choice but to return to the lion's den, to face the consequences of her actions head-on.

As Lindsay made her way home, the weight of her deception bore down upon her, each step heavier than the last. She forced a smile as she entered the front door, her heart pounding in her chest as she greeted Dalton with a casual "hi, baby."

But Dalton's expression was stony, his eyes boring into Lindsay with a cold intensity that made her blood run cold. "Where have you been?" he demanded, his voice laced with suspicion.

Lindsay's stomach churned with fear as she grabbed a bottle of wine, her hands trembling as she tried to appear nonchalant. "Just lunch with Amanda," she lied, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

But Dalton wasn't convinced, and he rose from the table with a menacing grace, his eyes fixed on Lindsay with a predatory gleam. As he approached her, Lindsay's heart raced with dread, knowing that she was about to face the consequences of her betrayal.

As Dalton drew dangerously close to Lindsay's face, the air crackled with tension, his presence looming over her like a dark cloud. Lindsay's heart raced in her chest as she felt his breath hot against her skin, his words a whispered threat that sent a chill down her spine.

"Lunch with Amanda smells a lot like Y/N," Dalton muttered lowly, his voice dripping with venom.

Lindsay's mind raced as she struggled to maintain her composure, her stomach churning with fear and guilt. How could Dalton know about her secret rendezvous with Y/N? Had he somehow found out the truth about their forbidden love?

Giggling nervously, Lindsay attempted to deflect Dalton's accusations, her voice trembling with false cheerfulness. "Oh, Dalton, how could you know how Y/N smells?" she said, her laughter forced and hollow.

But Dalton's eyes narrowed with suspicion, his gaze boring into Lindsay with a steely intensity that made her blood run cold. "Don't play games with me, Lindsay," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I know the truth."

Lindsay's heart plummeted as she realized that Dalton had seen through her charade, that he knew about her affair with Y/N. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to come up with a plausible explanation, but deep down, she knew that there was no escaping the truth.

As Lindsay stuttered, her words faltering under Dalton's intense gaze, her mind raced with fear and desperation. She knew she was trapped, caught in a web of deceit from which there was no escape. But as Dalton's growl of possession echoed in her ears, her heart hammered in her chest with a primal fear.

"What do you mean?" Lindsay stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Dalton's eyes flashed with anger, his possessive grip on Lindsay tightening with each passing moment. "Are you fucking Y/N behind my back?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Lindsay's breath caught in her throat, her mind reeling with panic. She knew that admitting the truth would only make things worse, but lying to Dalton would only delay the inevitable.

"No," Lindsay whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Dalton's gaze with wide eyes filled with fear.

For a moment, there was silence as Dalton processed Lindsay's answer, his expression unreadable. But then, with a calmness that sent shivers down Lindsay's spine, he spoke.

"I'm going to bed," Dalton said, his voice cold and detached as he turned away from Lindsay and walked towards the bedroom.

Lindsay stood frozen in place, her body trembling with fear as she watched Dalton disappear from view. She knew that she had dodged a bullet for now, but she also knew that the storm was far from over.

The next morning, Lindsay awoke to find her phone missing from its usual spot on the nightstand. Panic surged through her veins as she realized that she had no way of contacting Y/N or anyone else outside the confines of Dalton's home. Desperate to retrieve her phone without alerting Dalton, Lindsay carefully detangled herself from his embrace and tiptoed towards the landline phone in the bureau next to their bedroom.

With trembling hands, Lindsay dialed her own number, hoping to hear the familiar ringtone that would lead her to her missing phone. But as the sound echoed through the room, Lindsay's heart sank as she realized that it was coming from Dalton's nightstand.

Taking a deep breath, Lindsay approached the drawer where the sound was coming from, her fingers trembling as she reached out to retrieve her phone. But before she could even touch it, a sudden force slammed her against the wall with brutal force.

Pain exploded through Lindsay's body as she collided with the hard surface, her breath knocked from her lungs as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Blinking back tears, Lindsay turned to face Dalton, her eyes wide with shock and fear.

"Dalton, please..." Lindsay pleaded, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to make sense of the situation.

But Dalton's expression was cold and unforgiving, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down Lindsay's spine. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed Lindsay's phone from the drawer, his grip tight and possessive as he held it out of her reach.

"You thought you could hide this from me?" Dalton growled, his voice low and dangerous as he glared at Lindsay with undisguised contempt.

Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the magnitude of her mistake, the realization sinking in that she was trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape.

As Lindsay stood against the wall, Dalton's words cut through her like a knife, each insult a blow to her already shattered sense of self. Tears streamed down her face as she listened to Dalton's venomous tirade, his accusations echoing in her ears like a relentless drumbeat.

"You're nothing but a slut," Dalton spat, his voice dripping with disgust. "Spreading your legs for that idiot Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

Lindsay's heart shattered as Dalton's words pierced her soul, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. "No, please, Dalton," she begged, her voice choked with sobs. "I swear, I didn't..."

But before she could finish her sentence, Dalton was upon her, his hands grabbing and pushing her with brutal force. Lindsay stumbled backwards, her body trembling with fear as Dalton's rage consumed him.

With a savage motion, Dalton's hand lashed out, striking Lindsay across the face with a resounding slap. Pain exploded through Lindsay's skull as she recoiled from the impact, her cheek stinging with the force of the blow.

"You're a slut, Lindsay," Dalton sneered, his voice filled with contempt. "A worthless whore who deserves nothing but my wrath."

Lindsay's world spun as Dalton's words washed over her, her mind reeling with disbelief and despair. How had things gone so horribly wrong? How had she ended up in this nightmare of her own making?

But as Dalton continued to berate her, his hands pulling at her hair with cruel abandon, Lindsay knew that there was no escaping the hellish reality of her situation. Trapped in Dalton's grip, she could only pray for a miracle to save her from the darkness that threatened to consume her.

As Dalton's rage reached its peak, his words became a torrent of filth and degradation, each syllable a cruel reminder of Lindsay's helplessness in the face of his brutality. Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for the onslaught, her body trembling with fear and revulsion.

With a savage motion, Dalton pushed Lindsay onto the bed with brutal force, his hands gripping her nightdress and pushing it up, exposing her vulnerable form to his leering gaze. Lindsay's cries of protest fell on deaf ears as Dalton loomed over her, his smirk twisted with sadistic pleasure.

"What a pretty girl you are when you submit," Dalton sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he towered over Lindsay.

Tears streamed down Lindsay's face as she lay pinned beneath Dalton's oppressive weight, her body shaking with a mixture of fear and disgust. She had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another human being.

But as Dalton forcefully entered her, a cry of pain tore from Lindsay's lips, her body wracked with agony as he violated her with cruel abandon. She felt like she was being torn apart, her soul ripped to shreds by Dalton's savage assault.

Through the haze of pain and despair, Lindsay could feel Dalton's hand closing around her throat, cutting off her breath with a vice-like grip. Panic surged through her veins as she struggled to free herself from his suffocating grasp, but Dalton's strength was overwhelming.

As darkness threatened to consume her, Lindsay's mind raced with a desperate plea for salvation.

As Dalton finally pulled out, leaving Lindsay bruised and broken, his contemptuous sneer twisted into a grotesque mask of satisfaction. Lindsay lay on the bed, her body trembling with pain and humiliation, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to comprehend the horror of what had just transpired.

"You're nothing but a worthless slut," Dalton spat, his voice dripping with disdain as he looked down at Lindsay with disgust. "I hope you enjoy being used, because that's all you're good for."

Lindsay's heart shattered into a million pieces at Dalton's callous words, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his cruelty. She felt like a hollow shell of her former self, stripped of dignity and hope by the man who claimed to love her.

As Dalton turned and walked away, leaving Lindsay alone in the darkness, she curled into a ball, her body racked with sobs of despair. She couldn't believe that this was her life now, trapped in a nightmare of her own making, with no escape in sight.

Through the haze of pain and anguish, Lindsay's mind raced with thoughts of Y/N, the only beacon of light in her otherwise bleak existence. But even as she longed for the comfort of Y/N's embrace, Lindsay knew that she was too broken, too damaged to ever find happiness again.

And as she lay there in the silence of the room, her body bruised and battered, Lindsay prayed for a miracle to save her from the darkness.

As Lindsay lay there, battered and bruised, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains offered no solace, only a cruel reminder of the nightmare she couldn't escape. She felt like a shell of her former self, her spirit broken and her body ravaged by Dalton's cruelty.

Suddenly, Dalton's arrogant voice shattered the silence, his words cutting through Lindsay's haze of pain and despair like a knife. "Get up and dress sexy," he demanded, his tone dripping with disdain. "We have a meeting."

Lindsay's heart sank as she listened to Dalton's callous command, her stomach churning with dread at the thought of facing the outside world in her current state. How could he be so indifferent to her suffering, so oblivious to the agony she was enduring?

With a heavy sigh, Lindsay forced herself to sit up, her body protesting with every movement. She felt like she was moving through molasses, each step a Herculean effort as she struggled to comply with Dalton's demand.

As she forced herself to dress in clothes that felt like a mockery of her pain, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a sense of resignation wash over her. She was trapped in Dalton's world, a prisoner of his cruelty, with no hope of escape in sight.

And as she followed Dalton out of the room, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his arrogance, Lindsay knew that she was nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game, a plaything to be used and discarded at his whim.

As Dalton grabbed Lindsay by the ass, his touch sending shivers of revulsion down her spine, Lindsay fought to suppress a wave of nausea. She felt like she was suffocating in Dalton's presence, his arrogance and cruelty a suffocating weight that threatened to crush her spirit.

"You should behave like a good girl," Dalton sneered, his grip tightening on Lindsay's flesh with possessive force. "We wouldn't want people to think you're anything less than perfect."

Lindsay's cheeks burned with humiliation as Dalton's words echoed in her ears, his contemptuous tone a constant reminder of her powerless position in his world. She felt like nothing more than a puppet on a string, forced to dance to Dalton's twisted tune.

As they drove to the meeting, Lindsay sat in silence beside Dalton, her mind swirling with a mixture of fear and loathing. She couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to become trapped in this nightmare, a prisoner of Dalton's cruelty with no hope of escape.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Lindsay felt a sense of dread wash over her as she sat next to Dalton at the meeting table. The two men across from them leered at Lindsay with hungry eyes, their gaze stripping her bare in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Wow, Dalton, you really know how to pick 'em," one of the men said, his voice oozing with sleazy admiration. "She's a real beauty."

The other man chuckled, his eyes raking over Lindsay's body with undisguised lust. "I bet she's a good fuck," he said, his words like a punch to the gut.

Dalton laughed, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "Oh, she's really good to use," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Isn't that right, darling?"

Lindsay's heart sank as Dalton's words washed over her, the realization sinking in that she was nothing more than an object to be used and discarded in Dalton's twisted game.

As Dalton continued to make filthy jokes at Lindsay's expense, the men at the table laughed uproariously, their voices mingling with Dalton's in a cacophony of cruelty. Lindsay felt sick to her stomach as she listened to their lewd comments, her cheeks burning with shame and indignation.

"Can we fuck her?" one of the men asked, his eyes glittering with anticipation as he leered at Lindsay.

Dalton shrugged, his smirk twisted with malice. "Why not?" he replied, his tone flippant as he waved a dismissive hand in Lindsay's direction.

Lindsay's heart raced with panic as Dalton forcefully pulled her up from her seat, his grip on her arm like a vice as he pushed her towards the back rooms of the restaurant. She stumbled forward, her mind reeling with disbelief at the nightmare unfolding before her.

The men followed behind like dogs on a leash, their lecherous gazes burning into Lindsay's skin as they eagerly anticipated their turn with her. Lindsay felt like she was living in a nightmare, her body trembling with fear and revulsion as she was herded towards the private rooms at the back of the restaurant.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Lindsay knew that she was about to be subjected to unspeakable horrors at the hands of Dalton and his cronies. And as she stepped into the darkness of the private rooms, her spirit shattered beneath the weight of their cruelty.

As Lindsay stuttered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, she summoned the last shreds of her courage to make a desperate plea to Dalton.

"C-can I have my phone back?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she met Dalton's gaze with wide eyes filled with pleading.

But Dalton's response was swift and merciless. With a brutal shove, he pushed Lindsay down onto the bed, the force of his actions knocking the wind from her lungs. Lindsay gasped for breath as she struggled to comprehend the horror of what was about to unfold.

The men wasted no time in shedding their clothes, their eager anticipation palpable in the air as they advanced towards Lindsay like predators closing in on their prey. Lindsay's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to summon the strength to fight back, but she knew that she was no match for Dalton and his cronies.

With a cruel grip, Dalton grabbed Lindsay's chin, his touch like fire against her skin as he forced her to meet his gaze. "Be a good girl," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Spread your legs."

Lindsay's stomach churned with revulsion as she felt Dalton's fingers dig into her flesh, his words a cruel reminder of her powerlessness in the face of his brutality.

Tears welled in Lindsay's eyes as she stared up at Dalton, his face twisted into a grotesque mask of dominance and cruelty. She felt a sickening combination of fear, shame, and anger coursing through her veins as she realized the depth of the depravity she was about to endure.

With trembling hands, Lindsay obeyed Dalton's command, slowly parting her legs as he demanded. The men's lecherous grins only fueled her sense of dread, their hungry gazes stripping her of any remaining sense of dignity.

As Lindsay lay there, exposed and vulnerable, she felt a surge of defiance rising within her. She refused to let Dalton and his cohorts break her spirit completely. But before she could muster the strength to fight back, Dalton's rough hands were on her, his touch sending waves of revulsion coursing through her body.

Lindsay clenched her teeth, determined to endure whatever horrors awaited her, but every touch, every caress felt like a violation of her very being. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sounds of Dalton's laughter and the men's eager whispers, but they echoed in her mind like a relentless refrain.

As the men closed in, their hungry hands reaching for her, Lindsay's heart sank. She felt like a puppet, powerless to resist as she was dragged deeper into the darkness of Dalton's twisted world.

And as the first wave of pain washed over her, Lindsay knew that she was alone, trapped in a nightmare from which there was no escape. She could only pray for the strength to survive the horrors.

As the men finished with Lindsay, their callous laughter and crude remarks echoing in the air, Lindsay lay on the bed, her body trembling with pain and humiliation. She felt utterly violated, her spirit shattered by the brutal assault she had endured at the hands of Dalton and his cronies.

With a cold detachment, Dalton looked down at Lindsay, his expression unreadable as he ordered her to get dressed. Lindsay's hands shook as she reached for her clothes, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she struggled to compose herself.

But as she pulled on her clothes, each movement a painful reminder of the violation she had endured, Lindsay couldn't stop the tears from flowing. They streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of mascara in their wake as she wept silently, her sobs muffled by the darkness of the room.

Dalton watched Lindsay's tears with a mixture of indifference and contempt, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he waited impatiently for her to finish dressing. He had gotten what he wanted from her, and now she was nothing more than an inconvenience, a reminder of the sordid events that had unfolded in the unforgiving landscape of The Canyons.

Finally, Lindsay was dressed, her clothes clinging to her like a shroud of shame. She stood before Dalton, her body trembling with exhaustion and despair, as he looked down at her with a sneer of disgust.

"Let's go," he said curtly, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion.

Lindsay nodded silently, her throat constricted with emotion as she followed Dalton out of the room.

As Dalton drove Lindsay back home, the silence in the car was suffocating, broken only by the sound of Lindsay's quiet sobs. She felt utterly drained, her body aching with every movement, and her mind reeling from the trauma she had just endured.

When they arrived back at the house, Dalton abruptly informed Lindsay that he had to take care of something and left her stumbling at the doorstep. Lindsay's heart sank as she watched him drive away, leaving her standing there alone in her anguish.

With trembling hands, Lindsay fumbled with the key, her vision blurred by tears as she stumbled into the house. The familiar surroundings offered no comfort, only a painful reminder of the horrors she had endured.

As she collapsed onto the couch, her body wracked with sobs, Lindsay felt an overwhelming sense of disgust wash over her. She couldn't believe what had just happened, couldn't comprehend how she had allowed herself to become trapped in Dalton's twisted world.

Desperate for some semblance of solace, Lindsay made her way to the landline phone, her fingers shaking as she dialed Y/N's number. With each ring, her heart pounded in her chest, longing for the comforting presence of her lover.

Finally, Y/N answered, her voice a lifeline in Lindsay's sea of despair. "Lindsay? Is everything okay?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

But before Lindsay could respond, she was overcome by a fresh wave of tears, her words choked with emotion. "Y/N," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. "I need you."

Y/N's heart sank at the sound of Lindsay's tear-stricken voice. She could feel the urgency, the desperation in Lindsay's words, and it tore at her own heart. "Lindsay, what's wrong? What happened?" Y/N's voice was laced with concern, her mind racing with worry for her former lover.

Lindsay struggled to compose herself, her breath hitching as she fought to find the words to explain the horrors she had just endured. "I-I... I can't... I need you," she managed to choke out between sobs, her voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's distress, her own emotions swirling as she tried to decipher the depth of Lindsay's pain. "I'm coming, Lindsay. Just stay on the line with me, okay? I'll be there as soon as I can," Y/N reassured her, her voice soft and soothing.

As Lindsay clung to the phone, her tears staining the receiver, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her. Y/N was coming. Y/N would be there for her, to offer comfort and solace in her darkest hour.

Y/N's heart raced with worry as she pulled up to the imposing gates of Dalton's Malibu mansion. The sight of the grand estate, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, filled her with a sense of unease. She knew that behind those elegant façades lay a world of darkness and pain, a world that had ensnared Lindsay in its cruel grip.

Without hesitation, Y/N leaped out of her car, her footsteps echoing loudly on the pavement as she hurried towards the imposing front door. With trembling hands, she rang the doorbell like a maniac, the urgency of her actions a reflection of the turmoil raging within her soul.

Seconds felt like eternity as Y/N waited anxiously for someone to answer the door. She prayed fervently that Lindsay would be okay, that she would find solace in the embrace of her arms.

Finally, the door creaked open, revealing the stern face of a butler. "May I help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find her voice. "I-I'm here to see Lindsay," she stammered, her words barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

The butler's expression softened slightly, as if recognizing the urgency in Y/N's voice. "Miss Lohan is upstairs," he said, gesturing towards the staircase. "But I must warn you, she is not in a good state."

Without waiting for further explanation, Y/N rushed past the butler and up the stairs, her heart hammering in her chest with each step. She had to find Lindsay, had to hold her close and let her know that she was not alone.

As she reached the top of the stairs, Y/N's heart sank at the sight that greeted her. Lindsay stood in the hallway, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her expression haunted by the horrors she had endured.

Without a moment's hesitation, Y/N pulled Lindsay into her arms, holding her tightly as if her life depended on it. "I'm here, Lindsay. I'm here," she whispered, her voice filled with love and reassurance.

Y/N's heart shattered at Lindsay's words, her own eyes brimming with tears as she held her former lover close. She couldn't believe the depth of Lindsay's suffering, the unimaginable horrors she had endured at the hands of Dalton.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Y/N whispered, her voice trembling with anguish as she stroked Lindsay's hair, trying to offer whatever comfort she could. "Why did you let him hurt you like this?"

Lindsay's sobs grew louder, her body shaking with the force of her grief. "I was scared," she confessed, her voice raw with pain. "I didn't know what to do. I thought I could handle it on my own, but... but I can't."

Y/N's heart ached at Lindsay's admission, her own guilt gnawing at her insides. She wished she had been there for Lindsay, wished she had been able to protect her from the horrors of Dalton's cruelty.

"What did he do to you?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she held Lindsay's trembling form. "Tell me everything."

Lindsay took a shuddering breath, her words coming out in gasps as she recounted the nightmare of her existence with Dalton. She told Y/N about the physical abuse, the emotional manipulation, and the degradation she had suffered at his hands.

"He... he punched me," Lindsay whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own tears. "He used me, and then he... he let two men use me in a meeting he had. He... he said I was nothing but a worthless slut, that I deserved everything that happened to me."

Y/N's heart clenched with fury at Dalton's despicable actions, her blood boiling with rage at the thought of him laying a hand on Lindsay. But as she looked into Lindsay's tear-stained eyes, she knew that now was not the time for anger. Now was the time for action, for escape.

"Come on," Y/N said firmly, her voice tinged with determination as she helped Lindsay to her feet. "We're getting you out of here."

With gentle hands, Y/N guided Lindsay to her bed, her heart breaking at the sight of her brokenness. She knew that they had a long road ahead of them, but she was determined to stand by Lindsay's side every step of the way.

As Lindsay sat on the edge of the bed, her sobs slowly subsiding, Y/N retrieved a suitcase from the closet and began to pack Lindsay's belongings. With each item she placed inside, she felt a sense of purpose wash over her, a determination to protect the woman she loved from any further harm.

As Y/N guided Lindsay towards her car, she couldn't shake the feeling of anger and sadness coursing through her veins. Seeing Lindsay in such a broken state tore at Y/N's heart, igniting a fierce determination to protect her from any further harm.

Carefully, Y/N placed the suitcase in the back of the car, ensuring that Lindsay's belongings were safe and secure. With a gentle hand on Lindsay's shoulder, she guided her into the passenger seat, buckling her in with tender care.

Lindsay stared out of the window, her tears leaving streaks on the glass as she silently wept. Y/N's heart ached at the sight, wishing she could take away Lindsay's pain with just a touch.

As Y/N started the car and pulled out of the driveway, the silence in the car was palpable, broken only by the sound of Lindsay's soft sobs. Y/N glanced over at her, her heart breaking at the sight of her former lover's anguish.

The drive home felt like an eternity, each passing mile a painful reminder of the horrors they were leaving behind. Y/N kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on Lindsay's trembling hand, offering silent comfort as they navigated the winding roads of The Canyons.

Finally, they arrived at Y/N's house, a small oasis of peace amidst the chaos of their lives. Y/N helped Lindsay out of the car, guiding her gently towards the front door.

Once inside, Y/N led Lindsay to the living room, where soft lamplight bathed the space in a warm glow. She guided Lindsay to the couch, urging her to sit down and rest while she fetched some water and a warm blanket.

With gentle hands, Y/N tucked the blanket around Lindsay's shoulders, her heart breaking at the sight of her brokenness. She knelt before Lindsay, her eyes brimming with tears as she whispered words of comfort and reassurance.

"You're safe now, Lindsay," Y/N said softly, her voice filled with love and compassion. "I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Y/N's heart ached as she gently suggested that Lindsay take a shower, noticing the dirt and dried blood marring her once radiant features. Lindsay's eyes were filled with a mix of exhaustion and vulnerability as she nodded in agreement, silently pleading for Y/N's help.

With tender care, Y/N assisted Lindsay out of her dress, her breath catching in her throat at the sight of the myriad cuts, bruises, and wounds that marred Lindsay's delicate skin. Each mark was a painful reminder of the cruelty she had endured at Dalton's hands over the past year.

As Y/N guided Lindsay into the shower, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger towards Dalton for inflicting such pain on someone she cared so deeply for. But in that moment, her focus was solely on providing comfort and solace to Lindsay, helping her wash away the physical and emotional scars of her past.

Lindsay's voice trembled as she asked Y/N to shower with her, her eyes pleading for the warmth and intimacy that only Y/N could provide. With a tender smile, Y/N nodded, silently vowing to be there for Lindsay in whatever way she needed.

Stepping behind Lindsay, Y/N undressed slowly, her own body trembling with a mixture of nerves and longing. As the warm water cascaded over them, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability wash over her, the intimacy of the moment stripping away the barriers between them.

As she took in the sight of Lindsay's body, fully covered in bruises and scars, Y/N's heart broke all over again. But she refused to let the darkness of their past overshadow the love and tenderness they shared in that moment.

Gently, Y/N pulled Lindsay into her arms, holding her tightly as they stood beneath the steady stream of water. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, they found solace in each other's embrace, a beacon of light in the darkness of their shared pain.